Harry shook his head, reassuring him.
He rubbed the scar on his head and realized there was no lingering pain, convincing himself it was just his imagination.
Turning to Hagrid with a calm expression, he shook his head again.
Vivian, standing nearby, frowned upon hearing this.
Still a bit worried, she grabbed a health monitor from a nearby shelf and scanned Harry, eventually confirming there was nothing seriously wrong.
Meanwhile, Harry was completely caught up in the excitement of having acquired the 'Shining' pendant, brushing off the brief pain as just a shock from the electric light in the charm.
Curiosity got the better of him, and he asked Vivian, "By the way, who's that 'he' you keep mentioning? Is it the owner of the Wilson's Arcane Alchemica?"
Vivian smiled knowingly, gently ruffling Harry's hair.
"You'll find out soon enough," she said, her eyes sparkling with anticipation.
A month passed in the blink of an eye.
Now, Harry stood alone at King's Cross Station, pushing a trolley piled high with luggage and absentmindedly stroking the Shining pendant hanging around his neck.
Ever since his trip to Diagon Alley, he had been filled with excitement and hope for his future at Hogwarts.
But first, he had to solve the puzzle of finding the mysterious platform nine and three-quarters.
He wandered around the busy station, scanning every corner but still couldn't locate the hidden platform.
Just as frustration was starting to set in, his eyes caught sight of a familiar figure on one of the platforms, a red-haired boy he had met once before at the Wilson's Arcane Alchemica.
With him were three older boys, a young girl, and a woman who seemed to be their guardian.
"I've told you so many times, why don't you believe me? That day, I saw someone open a Legendary Blind Box at the Wilson's Arcane Alchemica!" the red-haired boy exclaimed excitedly.
The red-haired boy pushed the trolley forward and turned around, looking annoyed.
"Yeah, our dear brother Ron is so lucky to have seen the legendary props in person," one of the twins shouted.
The twin standing next to Ron made a face of disbelief.
"Oh, come on! Are you seriously still going to say you talked to the person who handed out the legendary item? Do you expect us to believe that? Haha!"
The other twin laughed mockingly.
"I'm telling the truth! It really happened!" Ron's face flushed with frustration as his older brothers refused to believe him.
"Fine, so what if it's a legendary item? It's not like I don't have any..."
Before he could finish, Ginny suddenly ran up, holding out the alchemy bracelets on her wrists to her brothers.
"Hey, is this the kind of legendary item you're talking about? I've got several more!"
"Shut up!" the three brothers shouted at her at the same time, ending the argument.
"Mom! They're yelling at me!" Ginny burst into tears as she ran into her mother Molly's arms, clearly upset.
The three older brothers, George, Fred, and Ron, had been arguing among themselves but suddenly teamed up against her.
Molly hugged Ginny gently and then shot a disapproving look at her sons.
"George, Fred, Ron, how many times do I have to tell you? Don't always be mean to your sister."
George rolled his eyes and muttered, "Mom, we're not being mean."
Fred jumped in, "Yeah, it's not like Ginny's not showing off all the time. Did you see how proud she was just now?"
Ron nodded in agreement.
"Those legendary items she gets from Alex, our godfather and master alchemist, are like toys to her. We can only watch from the sidelines, and if we want anything, all we get are these stupid blind boxes from the Wilson's Arcane Alchemica. It's frustrating."
The three brothers clearly wore their annoyance on their faces.
They envied Ginny because, thanks to Alex, she always had the best things, while they had to make do with cheap blind boxes.
What made it worse was that Ginny never shared her treasures with them; instead, she flaunted them every day.
That constant showing off really got under their skin.
Molly sighed and scolded them, "That's no excuse to yell at your sister! Isn't it right to be kind to her?
And what's so fun about those blind boxes you're always buying? Every time you go to Diagon Alley, you bring back a bunch of useless junk.
It's a waste of money."
She paused, then added softly, "Although things at home are better now than before..."
"But you want us to remember the hard times, right, Mom?" Ron interrupted, his voice a little softer.
George smiled and teased, "If you ask me, you should just take all the treasures Ginny has so she can understand what it's like to struggle!"
"You little brat, how dare you talk back?" Molly snapped, rushing over to pinch his ear.
"I think it's time to cut off your pocket money before you waste it all in those shops. Fred's been causing trouble, and now he's dragging Ron down with him. That kid's picked up bragging from you two!"
"Ouch! That hurts!" George grinned, pretending to beg for mercy.
"It's not our fault! What does Ron's bragging have to do with us?"
"I'm not bragging! I really saw someone with a legendary item!" Ron protested, feeling frustrated that even his mother doubted him.
Ginny chimed in with a teasing smirk, "I think you should just admit you're bragging, or Mom will definitely dock your pocket money!"
"You..." Ron was annoyed at his sister for mocking him again, but just as he was about to snap back, he caught sight of Harry watching silently from the side.
Hope sparked in his eyes as he blurted out, "It's him! The one who got the legendary item, the real hero is Harry!"
Then, pushing his cart toward Harry like he was clutching a lifeline, Ron pleaded, "Tell them, I'm not making this up. You were the one who got that legendary item, right?"
Everyone - Fred, George, Molly, Ginny, Percy - turned their attention to Harry with curiosity.
Fred added with a smirk, "Ron, it's almost over, might as well point fingers and get someone to back you up."
George joined in, "Yeah! Little brother, I know you're new at Hogwarts, and I'm not sure what your connection is with Ron, but it wouldn't hurt to join in the bragging."
Ron looked at Harry with earnest hope, as if he were his only savior.
Harry hesitated for a moment but then responded honestly, "Uh... the legendary item you're talking about is the one I got from opening that blind box at the Wilson's Arcane Alchemica? Yeah, that was me."
When Harry answered, George and Fred exchanged surprised glances before eagerly stepping forward and asking together, "Really? Can you show us?"
Harry hesitated for a moment, unsure how much these blind box enthusiasts prized legendary items, but he honestly pulled the
He lifted the pendant from his chest.
"Vian in the store told me this is called 'The Shining,'" he explained.
"The Shining! That's awesome," the twins exclaimed, eyes wide as they admired the glowing lightning pendant hanging around Harry's neck.
They both opened their mouths in awe.
Ron, clearly annoyed, shouted, "Look, I'm not lying! Don't accuse me of making this up!"
But his words went unnoticed.
George and Fred moved closer to Harry, chatting and laughing excitedly.
"It's definitely a legendary item. You can tell just by looking at it that this necklace is magical," Fred said, staring intently at the pendant.
"How did you get it? Was there some special transfer ceremony? Can you show us?" George asked, putting an arm around Harry's shoulder with a grin.
Harry scratched his head, a bit embarrassed by their enthusiasm.
"Uh, no, I just got it randomly," he admitted.
Fred looked shocked.
"That doesn't match what Fang told us. He said you need real skill to get good stuff. We had to eat twenty deep-fried ribs to get anything decent," he said, clearly frustrated.
"Yeah, don't you remember any special trick you used?" George chimed in.
Harry thought for a moment, then confessed, "Well, if anything, I bought the ugly blind boxes on purpose. Does that count?"
"Wait, that simple?"
The twins looked stunned.
"So there's no real luck involved in these blind boxes?"
Harry shrugged.
"I heard from others that many of those so-called fortune-telling rituals were just made up by that dog to fool people," he said, revealing what Vivian had told him.
George stared at the words on the ticket, then shot an angry look at Fred, and the two cursed in unison, "Damn it! That bastard Fang!"
Suddenly, Molly appeared from behind and grabbed both of their ears one after the other.